throughout my body. “Turn around and grab the desk.” His tone was one I’d never heard from him before. Carefully measured and demanding.
I turned and gripped the edge of the glossy wood. I stared ahead, my breaths coming faster. The sound of a zipper filled the quiet room. The tear of a foil packet.
Crosby’s heat was at my back, his fingers sliding through my center. Teasing, toying, making sure I was ready for him. I pressed my hips back against him, silently asking for more. He slid inside me in one fluid glide, seating himself fully.
I sucked in a sharp breath. It was so much deeper like this. Crosby began to move, and each time he did, he seemed to hit that phantom spot. I couldn’t hold in my moan. The sound seemed to spur him on. His thrusts grew fast, impossibly deeper. But there was something more that I needed.
“Are you with me?” he growled in my ear.
“I’m with you.”
His hand slipped under my blouse, over the thin lace material of my bra to find my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers. The warring sensations drove me higher. And as Crosby thrust deeper inside me, he pinched the flesh between his fingers. I came apart with a nonsensical shout, Crosby following close behind.
I sucked in air, slowly coming back to myself as Crosby slipped out of me. I winced as the movement caught my tender flesh in the most wonderful way. He kissed the side of my face. “Too much?”
I gave my head a little shake. “Perfect.” That was the thing about Crosby. He made me feel safe to explore things I’d never thought to do.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to look at this office the same way again.”
Neither would I.
41
Crosby
I pounded the steering wheel to the beat of my music, grinning to myself. Seeing Grant have to sit in court with his eye turning a nice shade of purple had made my day. Kenna was right, it had been a hell of a lot easier to look at him with that shiner. The look the judge had given him had been the icing on the cake.
The case was winding down. I imagined the judge would be hearing closing arguments in a matter of days. Something that felt a whole lot like hope stirred in my gut. The only thing the Abbots had on their side was blood. But the fact that they were trying to cut an adopted daughter out of her inheritance just made them look like the greedy assholes they were.
I steered my truck around the bend of the hillside and checked the clock. I wanted to get to Kenna, but I was in desperate need of some fresh clothes. More and more of my belongings were slowly making my way into her closet. The idea should’ve freaked me the hell out. Instead, I found I liked the feeling. As if my socks mixed in with Kenna’s somehow left my mark on her space.
I turned off the main road and into the Bluffs neighborhood. I’d always loved this part of the island and knew it was the perfect place for me to make a home that would be mine. The gray and white craftsman had a killer view and easy access to mountain biking trails and climbing cliffs. But it didn’t hold a candle to the history and the memories The Gables contained. It had nothing to do with how large and extravagant the grounds and home were, and everything to do with the heart it contained.
I pulled into my half-circle drive and frowned. There was a BMW sedan sitting in front of my house. The plates said Washington, but I didn’t know anyone from the islands who drove a car like this one. My skin prickled as I shut off my engine and glanced around my property.
My gaze froze on a figure sitting on my front steps. Blond hair gleamed in the late-afternoon sun, perfectly straightened and arranged to accent the expertly tailored blouse and slacks. Pearls decorated delicate ears. And a simple necklace adorned the woman’s throat.
I couldn’t seem to move. This wasn’t happening. The last thing I wanted was for this poison disguised in beautiful packaging to infest the place that had become my home. She’d ruined Boston for me. I wouldn’t let her do the same to Anchor.
I pushed open my door and climbed out of my truck. Alicia took in my vehicle, scowling in disgust before quickly hiding